The Best of Things

I had seen her turban-covered head the previous week but didn’t manage to connect. She was back the following week looking inordinately frail and thin. We talked at great length about cancer, chemo, treatments and hope.

On the drive home, it occurred to me that I am really very lucky. It’s not because I don’t have cancer. It was more that we were able to share a few important words and that I was able to make a positive connection with someone who likely has fewer days left than I do. It’s funny how hope works. It never directs or necessitates an outcome, but it is certainly worthwhile.

Suffering will always be a part of our lives, but to turn away from it, does not eradicate or lessen it.